walls

we build walls to live behind
where we like the furniture
and the food and the people
who are in here with us

while outside there are villagers
armed with sticks and pitchforks
trying to get inside

or is it truth trying to break in
that threatens us with
a plunge into the icy moat
that surrounds our illusions

and if it is truth that we resist …
is it truth or wall
that must one day fall

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